It's April; it's National Poetry Writing Month - or, NaPoWriMo, as we poets affectionally call it:) Join me in this venture of creative wordplay; it may just make your day! Check out the official NaPoWriMo2016 website to add your site to the participant's list and get going!

Official NaPoWriMo2016 Prompt:Write a lune. This is a sort of English-language haiku. While the haiku is a three-line poem with a 5-7-5 syllable count, the lune is a three-line poem with a 5-3-5 syllable count. There’s also a variant based on word-count, instead of syllable count, where the poem still has three lines, but the first line has five words, the second line has three words, and the third line has five words again. Either kind will do, and you can write a one-lune poem, or write a poem consisting of multiple stanzas of lunes.

I turned something I came up with yesterday (in response to something that caught my eye on Facebook), into my Lune poem, using the syllable count pattern of 5-3-5. It might be kind of fun to use the variant of word count 5-3-5. And, I may even attempt to make a poem from scratch, intentionally using this poetic form... Without further ado.... Here is my Day 1 poem:​

Life is Better When You're Laughing

In most cases, youcan either​laugh or you can cry;

Positivityor there isnegativity.

As with many thingsin our life,it is our choice.

You can't alwayshave controlin situations,

But you can control YOURattitudein situations.

​Negativityis extrapunishment for your-

self- not only mightthe shittysituation suck;

A bad attitudemakes it worse,exponentially.

My hubby and Imake this ourlife philosophy...

and people like us, yes, they do!we like each other;

Most importantly,it's true thatwe are happy folks:)

(Original Version)​In most cases,you can either laugh or cry...positivity or negativity...as with most things in life,​it's a choice;you can't always control a situation,but you can control YOU in that situation...negativity is like extra punishment for yourself...not only might the situation suck;it is made exponentially worse by a bad attitude...Hubby and I make this our life philosophy​and people like us, and we like each other, and,​most importantly, we are happy folks:)

The Kingdom of Crazy​Every time I hearthat song*,I always think of youbecause you are beautiful,but mostly because of how much you hatedthatsong.

Kingdom Friday nightsof those coming-to-an-age years, the laser lightsflashing and lashing out,in a frenetic frenzy, andthatsongwould inescapably be played.

A ticking bombyou couldn't really hear,but you knew it was there;You never knew when those pulsing drum beats-that you could feel driving deep within your soul, because it was so loud and because it was a big song- You just never knew when it would happen.

In the blazing hot, ciggie stench, (It's cool, I feel alive),There, behind the outro,"I'm not an addict..." That distinct drumbeat ofthatsong, which maybe would have just been a terrific time to go for a wee,get another beer,or get your best friend another beer. Just sayin'.

But that's not what you did.You got in a fine snit.You stamped your feet down firmly in place, crossed your arms against your chest,and put on a huge scowl.And all the while,the rest of us Doc-stomped and moshed into you and your statuesque stand againstthatsong.

And, just as the smokebegan to come out your ears in a steady stream; As it mixed with the ghostly hypnotic sounds Deep In the kingdom of crazy,The next magical memorywould play and the misery became a dream;The song long forgotten as we spun, spun Sugar!

(*That song = Marilyn Manson's, "The Beautiful People")

And here is our Prompt for Week 2, which I'm posting in my Week 3 workshop... Hello, My Name Is…: Title as Poem Catalyst.Think up a poem title structured as such: The [Concrete Noun] of [Abstract Noun]. So, like: “The Cheese of Time” or like “The Monkey of Holiness” or maybe “The Steak Knife of Despair.” If a title like that doesn’t get you going… Then, write a poem based on that title.

I sort of combined it with this prompt... Make A Still Life: Without All of That Messy Paint.In the tradition of the Imagists, write a poem that describes an object. Be as literal and vivid as possible. Pick up the object (if you can), look at it from as many different angles as possible. Consider its color, its weight, its texture, its material and write up a picture!

The lyrics are somewhat explicit as you would expect in such a harsh song... (More info about the song, here.) Or, check out the choir version, or this dance...